War of Hearts: The Fosters Brallie Fanfiction

War of Hearts: The Fosters Brallie Fanfiction Chapter 1

Callie buttoned up her dark navy jacket, picking up her iPhone off of the kitchen table. "Hey, I'm gonna go over to Mike's to help Brandon unpack. I got a text from him, so..." she looked down at her uncomfortable black heels. "Is that alright? Wyatt's gonna come along and I'll drop him off after."

"Sure thing sweetie. You can just ride home with Brandon and we'll be sure to save you some cake," Stef said, smiling over at Jude.

"I'm not making any promises," Jude said, giggling.

Callie walked over to him and squeezed his shoulders, kissing his head. "Okay, well I'll see you later!" She smiled and hopped away with Wyatt.

Callie and Wyatt arrived at the apartment complex. "Oh, there's his car over there," Callie said casually, walking in the direction of the car. Her eyes widened at the side of a body lying on the ground. She ran towards the car, grabbing Wyatt's hand and pulling him with her.

"Oh my god, is that Brandon?" Wyatt asked with angst.

"Brandon!!!" Callie screamed with distress and fear in her voice. As she got to the car, tears filled her eyes. She looked behind to see Wyatt dialing numbers into his phone. "Who are you calling?"

Wyatt raised the phone to his cheek and shuffled his feet. "Stef and Lena." Callie turned to Brandon and stepped down to her knees, grabbing the hand that wasn't in the door.

"Brandon, wake up. It's Callie," she repeated this several times, shaking his shoulders to get him to understand. All she could see through her tears were blood stains on the road underneath him.

He opened his eyes and painfully smiled at the sight of Callie. "Callie, wh-what's going on?"

"What the hell happened?!" Callie bluntly asked, her eyebrows arched with concern.

"It... It was, Vico. And some other guy I think," Brandon said while wheezing and trying to catch his breath. "They attacked me, like out of nowhere." He shivered with pain, realizing that his right arm was stuck in the car door. He gestured towards it to get Callie to notice it.

Callie looked at the door, and shot up. "Oh my god, your hand! Your stuck." Callie grimaced, getting Wyatt's attention to come help her get him out. Wyatt grabbed onto the door handle, and Callie grabbed onto Brandon's other hand, squeezing him tight. She looked into his eyes, and made sure he knew that it was going to be okay. She stared for a few seconds, but he was in too much agony to notice. "I've got you," Callie whispered.

Wyatt swung the door open to reveal the horrible sight. Brandon's hand was crushed. "Ooh, oh! Oh my god," Brandon groaned, taking a deep breath through the pain. A tear fell down his cut up and bruised cheek. He looked over at Wyatt. "You don't have to help me, you know," Brandon struggled to say, his voice breaking. "I deserved this. And you should hate me." He placed his left hand on Callie's, using her help to get him up off the ground. He wobbled until he steadied himself in the seat of the car, grabbing on the wheel for support. He looked down at his shoes and tears fled out. Embarrassed, he wiped his face and looked up at Callie and Wyatt. Fear and vulnerability filled his eyes as Wyatt took off his coat and wrapped it around Brandons' cut up hand. "I hate me."